Joanne followed Johnny into the kitchen. She couldn't help it. She needed to satisfy her desire.
Spotting him, her mouth began to water...his scent floated to her across the room. She moaned wantonly. Her feet carried her towards him silently. His warm coloring contrasted sharply with his red, Christmas bowtie. Her hands fumbled for him. She couldn't stop now. She grasped his hardness and brought him to her mouth.
"Joanne I...," Johnny interrupted.
Joanne swung around, pleasure on her face.
Johnny smiled a slow, sweet smile.
"Another one, Joanne?"
Joanne shrugged and bit off the head of the gingerbread man.